I look outside to the desert sun,
All knowing that I am the one,
Who can write it down with my magic pen,
The who, the what, the why, the when.
I see the moon as a goddess in the sky,
Fighting a war as she's flying high,
Capturing true beauty in words is so much fun,
Almost as fun as fighting the sun.
The leaves, the stars, the seas, and the earth,
All are part of a poet's berth,
A heavy pile of things to write,
But the pen is our sword that carries might.
This is what being a poet means to me,
A loving caress, floating along the sea.
A contest entry
- If You Love....Being A Poet by poet2angels.
650 points, ended July 22, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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great imagery
ty for entering!
Lynda
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Yes, everything an inspiration.
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